There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one’s self, the very meaning of one’s soul. – Edith Wharton
If only we’d stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time. – Edith Wharton
Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before. – Edith Wharton
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it. – Edith Wharton
Often the magical elements in my books are standing in for elements of the real world, the small and magical-in-their-own-right sorts of things that we take for granted and no longer pay attention to, like the bonds of friendship that entwine our own lives with those of other people and places. – Charles de Lint